Snowboarding down mountainsides, reveling in the speed
as snow flies around me.
Loving the exhilaration, and cold wind racing across
my face, feeling alive inside and out.
Looking before me at the immensity of beauty lying in
the snow.
Watching trees dripping with icicles in the noon day
sun, noticing crystals glowing and hearing them
crunch beneath my snowboard as I whiz past everything
in a flash.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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